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November 01, 2004

a rareity on this trip.

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keri and mike at the continental divide, shoes dusted with snow. a field in eastern Colorado, horses bending to the ground. a harvest moon, thick and damp, rising over the Denver lights as we come down from the hills. mike, walking the dry grass in the morning, after camping on the roadside. a sleepless night, for fear that the big trucks, would run us over. the road a mere ten feet from our tents. temperatures below freezing. a nalgene filled with boiling water, thrown at the bottom of the bag is our sanctuary. sunlight. a rareity on this trip. another filed, this one nebraska, green from rain. a train, carrying things from there to here, here to there. this time, we pass the train. a blue sky, irradescent really, rising up above the sprinklers. the endlessness of nebraska. Jim Harrison on the mind. halloween. at a reststop on the roadside, washing your face in the mensroom. other shake themselves dry and flush. wash their hands to your left. move awkwardly around you, as you wash your hair, and clean your face. the makeup a nuisance.

and now, Omaha. that damn Counting crows song running the mind. tea and pastries, after sleep in a field just outside of downtown. the rain falls hard on the brick streets. tonight, Madison or Chicago. somewhere east of here. beyond the rain perhaps.

i can only imagine, that most people reading this are planning to vote tomorrow, but i remind you all. i simply cannot imagine another four years of this political nightmare. i send wishes to the skies for Kerry.

Posted by jeff pitcher at November 1, 2004 11:27 AM

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Makeup can be a nuisance. Worse still is a wig itching you like mad while you try to keep your bra in place and remember to cross your legs when sitting. And don't get me started on heels.
In Oregon we vote primarily by mail, and so my ballot was sent in a few weeks past. Now we hold our breath.

Posted by: Dave at November 1, 2004 10:14 AM

Unfortunately - your nightmare as well as mine is coming true!! I can't believe how much of our country is so RED.

Posted by: Jen at November 3, 2004 07:38 AM

The skies have forsaken thee, Pitcher.

Posted by: Barky Bellyboil at November 3, 2004 10:13 AM

Hey J&K--

any room for refugees up there?

r

Posted by: ron at November 3, 2004 10:56 AM

Well, at least you will have a Keri in your life the next four years. I am officially swearing off the news till I heal from this a little bit. I envy you all and yet still glad to see you albeit briefly in the midst of the madness.

Posted by: helen at November 3, 2004 09:50 PM

Vive le Bush

Posted by: bob roberts at November 4, 2004 01:20 PM

Hi Jeff - I was wondering if you could recommend your favorite Jim Morrison book. I would like to see what he's all about. (I love Neruda and other authors you've mentioned, but I've never read any of Morrison's work.) Thanks for sharing. You're amazing.

Posted by: Susan at November 5, 2004 01:40 PM

Whoops! I meant "Harrison"...listening to some Doors right now. :~)

Posted by: Susan at November 5, 2004 01:42 PM

jim harrison...a tough question you ask. i'd have to say that my favorite of his, is a book called "the road home" which is a sequal to "dalva." this of course means that one would have to read "dalva" first, followed by "the road home." that being said, "dalva" is also a great book. voila. thank you for kind words.

Posted by: jefferson pitcher at November 5, 2004 03:13 PM
   


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